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Apr 2013
The wind blows across my face, my hair smacking my cheeks with a sting.
The smell of flowers and fresh air fill my nostril with their sweet aroma.
I love the way the sun shines brightly, heating my body with its warmth.
It’s wonderful to have spring in my life.
Spring is the season of new beginnings.
It represents the start of a life.
While winter is dreadful, representing death and cold,
Spring is happiness in the gift of beauty.
Erin-Taylor
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Erin-Taylor  24/F/New Jersey
(24/F/New Jersey)   
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